01/31/2017

**Newly revised and expanded, Wattpad sensation Jo Watson's ALMOST A BRIDE is now available in print for the first time!**

That awkward moment you catch your boyfriend in bed with another woman and then mistakenly get arrested #chargesdropped

Annie knows life isn't always fair. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes you get mistaken for a crazed intruder when you come home early and find your boyfriend wearing nipple clamps with a coworker on the night you thought he was going to propose to you.

The important thing is to move on, and for Annie that means treating herself to a tropical vacation. But when she runs into her ex and his new woman staying at the same resort, reason is washed out to sea. Caught off guard, Annie pretends she's with Chris, a cute screenwriter she meets on the beach. With his own writing blocked, Chris is happy to help Annie craft a story to save face. Soon Annie isn't just getting over her ex, she's getting under Chris. As her fictional feelings grow increasingly real, Annie has to decide if she's ready to risk her heart on a new relationship.

An elevated leg pillow is a simple way to relax and recharge aching joints. I first started using one after undergoing a total ankle replacement years ago. It helped to manage the intense swelling in my foot. Nowadays, I use it to alleviate minor back pain and to improve circulation. It also enables my spinal chord to relax in order to release any tension. No more stuffing pillows under my legs to achieve the correct height. The pillow is inexpensive, around $30.00, and you can find it on Amazon.com. To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @JenniferVido and Instagram @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)

By day, Aaron Clarkson suits up, shakes hands, and acts the perfect gentleman. But at night, behind bedroom doors, the tie comes off and the real Aaron comes out to play. Mixing business with pleasure got him fired, so Aaron knows that if he wants to work for the country's most powerful senator, he'll have to keep his eye on the prize. That's easier said than done when he meets the senator's daughter, who's wild, gorgeous, and 100 percent trouble.

Grace Pendleton is the black sheep of her conservative family. Yet while Aaron's presence reminds her of a past she'd rather forget, something in his eyes keeps drawing her in. Maybe it's the way his voice turns her molten. Or maybe it's because deep down inside, the ultra-smooth, polished Aaron Clarkson might be more than even Grace can handle…

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

His progress toward the door halted when Grace shot to her feet, arms stiff at her sides, those green eyes like glowing jade moons. “I…that isn’t what I was asking for. I just meant, let me help you, in general. I—I didn’t think…”

Aaron’s neck heated. “If you don’t like the idea, we can change it—”

She jumped. She actually jumped straight up in the air, hands flying to her cheeks. “I love it. Oh, please don’t change anything. I was just so surprised.”

He inclined his head, mentally cursing the way his heart decided to make its presence known at such an inconvenient time, walloping his rib cage with thick booms, courtesy of Grace’s pleasure. How juvenile. “I’m kind of surprised myself,” he admitted, then wished he’d kept his mouth shut.

At least until Grace floated toward him. All shining eyes and rosy excitement, she spurred a lust storm in his stomach. “It’s so much better when you say what you’re thinking, Aaron.”

“You mentioned that.”

And of course, it made him want to say more. Say whatever it would take to get her legs wrapped around his hips. To rock between her thighs until her wetness drenched the fly of his pants. “Get away from me, Grace,” he rasped. “It would be just like me to take advantage of you after having to tell that story.”

Silence deepened around them. “How can you say that after you just found a way for me to rebuild the camp?” It seemed as if her entire body lifted and fell on a harsh sob. “Last night, you asked me if I still saw some good in you…and I didn’t answer. How could I not have answered you?” She shook her gorgeous head. “I didn’t mean to—”

Aaron shot forward, capturing her unspoken words with his own mouth. Guilt. There had been even more guilt in her eyes. Aaron’s response was pure denial. Not because of me. Not over me. But as soon as their lips joined, his mind wiped clean of anything but Grace’s one-of-a-kind taste. She was juicy, sweet, refreshing, intoxicating madness. He let it pull him down into its depths—her depths—gathering up her taste greedily so he could live with the effect as long as possible, even though surely a man couldn’t withstand this type of arousal for an extended length of time. He’d want to fuck her again as soon as he came. It was a certainty his body was all too eager to confirm. Yet protectiveness held him in a state of limbo. Wanting—needing—to mate with her delicious body while determined to protect her from himself.

Couldn’t she sense the past meaningless encounters he wore like gloves, cheapening everything he touched? Couldn’t she sense his inability to be meaningful to her? Grace should have someone with substance, not someone who couldn’t even garner the love of his own family. Someone who considered the ramifications of his actions and how they would serve as betrayal. This is how you repay me?

The voice from his not-so-distant past had Aaron tearing his mouth away with a guttural growl, clasping Grace by the shoulders. Too hard. Ease up. “Get away.”

“If you really want that, let me go,” she whispered.

God, he couldn’t do it. Not with her face tipped back, lips swollen and shined up, those eyelids halfway fallen. He’d never in his life had trouble resisting sex. It was always a logical decision based on his needs. This? There was nothing cut and dried about it. His attraction to Grace was messy and wild and untapped. Made his chest expand with the effort to contain the expanding of something unfamiliar. Crazy and blinding. His dick needed a good, rough handling from one woman only. Grace. And she wasn’t pushing him away. Seemed like she wanted the job, too, her tits sliding up and down his abs with every breath. Give her one more chance. Show her what she’s in for with a bastard like you. With a muttered epithet, Aaron raked his hand up the back of Grace’s thigh, sliding it down the back of her tights, and settling his middle finger in the valley of her ass. “Get away from me,” he managed, wedging his straying digit a little more securely, earning him a closed-lipped noise.

“No,” she gasped after a few seconds.

Aaron’s tether broke. Recapturing Grace’s mouth with an obscene amount of tongue, he backed them toward the bed, satisfaction rippling in his middle when she went down beneath him, her legs falling open in welcome. He draped his body over Grace’s slighter one, eager grunts leaving his mouth as he positioned himself over her pussy and bore down with his erection. Their groans were pain-filled, reaching every corner of the cabin, breaking off when Aaron got back to kissing that addictive mouth, yanking the oversized sweater up, up to her belly, so he could rock against her sex with only his pants and her tights as obstructions.

“Aaron.”

“You were warned,” he reminded her with a strangled shout, delivered into the space above her head. “Three times, Grace. That’s three times more than I’d give anyone else.” He slid up and back in the cradle of her legs, groaning over the rasping friction her tights delivered to his stiff, fuck-hungry dick. “Make it four times. I gave you an out back at the house. You should have taken it.”

When Grace should have been trembling or alarmed by the cut steel in his voice, she only stretched out beneath him like a cat, opening up for him. Almost preening beneath his rough ministrations. “Maybe I should have. But we’re here now, so stop trying to scare me.” Her fingertips moved down Aaron’s chest to the seat of his pants, where she smoothed her palm over the curve of his cock, which started him panting like a marathon runner. “You don’t really want to scare me, do you, Aaron?”

Christ, her soft words, the sight of her, were choking him up. Her hair was a haphazard display framing her face, those crooked front teeth somehow making him twice as eager to seal their mouths together again. He was a hunter who’d discovered a sprite dancing in the woods and dragged her home, intending to use her body for vigorous relief, but got forgiveness in return. “No, I don’t. I don’t want to scare you.”

01/26/2017

Living space is important, especially if you suffer from arthritis. One of the best things my husband and I did when we moved into our ranch home was to have handicap toilets installed in all of the bathrooms. When guests come to our house, they often compliment us on our toilets. A regular toilet is approximately 15 inches from the floor. A handicap (or comfort) seat is about 17 inches in height. At first glance, they both look very similar, but for a tall man or a person with hip or knee issues, the 2 inches can make a big difference. By making small adjustments in your home, you can live a happy, healthy life. To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @JenniferVido and Instagram @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)

01/25/2017

As part of the aging process, I've noticed that my arthritic toes seem to be on the move. In order to keep them in place, I've starting wearing yoga toe separator socks. The cotton material is easy to slip between each toe, plus it's a comfortable fit. It's a simple way to slow down a bunion forming, too. I tend to wear them when I get home from work up until I go to sleep at night. I have found that my foot alignment has improved which enables me to be steadier on my feet. If you are looking for a pair, there are plenty of inexpensive options on Amazon.com like the one pictured here. To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @jennifervido and Instagram @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)

01/24/2017

In the wintertime, my arthritic joints ache from the cold. One way I keep them warm and toasty is with my paraffin wax machine. When I get home from work, I plug it in. By the time dinner is over, the wax has melted and is ready to go. I dip my hands in a few times and then wrap them in plastic baggies. I then insert them into heating mitts. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, I peel the wax off. My hands are soft and smooth. Best part, they are pain-free. To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Facebook @JenniferVido and Twitter @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)

01/21/2017

Stemless wine glasses are popular these days. Restaurants use them for wine, as well as serving water at the table. Granted, some are rather chic like this one etched with a beautiful design of a crab. (We sure do love our crabs here in Maryland!) For someone who suffers from arthritis, the glasses can be a bit tricky. With swollen fingers or an achy wrist, the glasses can become downright difficult to grasp. Rather than run the risk of dropping one, politely ask your server to pour your water or wine into a stemmed wine glass. It's much easier to cup or hold. Plus, it looks fancy and sophisticated! To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @jennifervido and Instagram @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)

01/20/2017

Reading is my guilty pleasure. It's not very often that you'll find me without a book in hand. But sometimes, my arthritic joints are flaring, so it's really difficult to literally hold a book. That's how I discovered audio books. It's the best of both worlds. I can relax my aching joints while listening to a bestselling book. Most local libraries have popular audio books available. Currently, I'm listening to the #1 New York Times bestselling book, The Mistress by Danielle Steel. To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @JenniferVido and Instagram. (This is not a sponsored post.)

01/19/2017

How many times has your doctor asked if you've been taking all of your medicine? If you suffer from arthritis, you probably take a handful of meds plus supplements on a daily basis. With work, kids, and carpool on your mind, it's easy to sometimes forget. That's why I recommend using a pill box. For me, being organized is a top priority! For my everyday meds, I use the drugstore version which separates my pills into AM and PM doses, which is very helpful. When I am traveling, I like to be a little bit more stylish. There are lots of chic options to choose from on Etsy.com. Whatever style you pick, just make sure you use it. Trust me! Your body will thank you! To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @JenniferVido and Instagram @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)

01/18/2017

One of my biggest challenges living with arthritis is the limited use of my hands. I notice it the most when I am in the kitchen. Whether it's preparing a meal or sitting down to enjoy it, I need to make some adjustments due to my limited range-of-motion. That's why I love Good Grips products. My particular favorite is the cutlery set. These utensils make it super easy for me to eat a meal without losing my grip. There is a whole line of products available to suit your many needs. My favorite place to find them is at Marshall's. The selection is good and you can't beat the prices. To learn more arthritis tips, follow me on Twitter @JenniferVido, and Instagram @jenvido. (This is not a sponsored post.)